Jon sings, Mary Yowls, and the Ottobar reeks with modness 04/14/00

I snagged a setlist!!!

And in a few years, when Mary Prankster is touring the world with Album number 4, kids in tow, and I am broke from spending all my money to follow them around, I will auction this shit (and all the other MP toys I have collected so far) on eBay.

But the set list threw me for a loop, because somewhere tucked in between “Mercyfuck” and “Brave New Baby” was a Brand New Number… which makes me wonder, when will we get Album #3?

At the Ottobar, Baltimore’s most awesome shitty dive, MP hit the set after Loa and very sexy punky boy band Chaser – and lo and behold, angry Jon E.’s got his own mike! It was his first time belting it out in the background, “and it’ll be your last,” said Phil, who is already world-famous for his “Valentine” hooting and one-arm “Breakfast” gesture.

No official theme this time, but it was definitely Tarzan night at the Ottobar – with Mary in her matching leopard-print shirt and strap, yowling at the end of “The World is Full of Bastards.”

MP followed their set list almost to a T, belting out “Swan Dive,” “Tits and Whisky,” “Piss Off,” “Student Loan,” “Blue Skies over Dundalk,” “Punk Rock Heaven” (at this point you probably realize I am reading off the set list), and Jon E. did a lovely “bah bah bah” in “The Bottle’s Talking Now.”

“Sun” is starting to become my favorite song, overtaking “Tits and Whisky” and “Mata Hari” because it’s so provocative-
Cory and company didn’t flash during “Tits and Whisky,” but I know someone who has a crush on Jon…
It’s not Betty Page-Bethany, nor is it Greg S. or Greg T. (my own bandwagon)… But that’s no surprise…I’m sure I’ve had a crush on all three at some point, but now I feel like a distant cousin.

Keep in mind, if you make it to the Ottobar, that there is this mean guy who will yell at you and kick you out if you stay past 2 – despite the fact that MP didn’t stop playing until 1:45…at least they are polite at Fletcher’s, but this 2 a.m. equals no drinking thing is really making me yearn for New Orleans – where they don’t give a damn if its 4 a.m. and you can take your open cup o’ booze with you everywhere!

Someday, the Prankster will play there...